Masked Rider Black Novels & Stories

I sent over mind-link, earning a mental huff in response. As I watched Blakely dance, her eyes never once leaving the crowd, I absentmindedly unfolded my slip of paper, wondering if there were a clue I might’ve missed. Anything to help me identify her would-be attacker. The moment my eyes skimmed the page, a burst of black ink unfurled across its surface. It read: Here is a clue to aid you on your hunt: “Their mask is dark, the blackest of all night, Caging souls who thrash and fight.

Adrian's hand clamped onto my arm, yanking me down as he said, "Get under the table!" Screams erupted around us, and I suddenly saw three men in black masks leaping off scooters, with their knives glinting in the sunlight. My heart slammed against my ribs as I said, "Adrian, they're coming for us!” Adrian didn’t even hesitate as he grabbed the metal frame of a fallen umbrella from the ground and said, "Stay behind me." One of the men lunged at him, his knife slashing through the air, but Adrian moved too fast, blocking the blade with the umbrella's shaft, then driving his fist into the man's stomach. The attacker doubled over, gasping for air before lunging again.

They are the Alphas of Holmes and Hendrix Packs. Tonight, Brett came with a new look. His crimson hair was dyed black. He has a clean cut hairstyle that gave him a campus crush vibe on him. Instead of the image of a Casanova, he looks more decent in his black suit. On the other side, Adam's dark blue hair was brushed up. He doesn’t wear any piercings and only has a golden watch as his accessory. With an indigo suit and white turtle neck underneath, he looks as astonishing and manly as ever.

"It will dissolve if it catches a scent of blood. If you get slashed up in an accident or intentionally and start to bleed, then the glamour will start to unravel until your body can heal itself." I shrugged. "That's all ?" "Girl, that's enough to get you expelled and get you killed if you're not careful." "I'll be fine." Magda smiled. "Stupid or brave. Can't say which." "Both," said Liam. She glared at him. "You're not much better, helping her with this folly." He smiled. "Family." She breathed harder. "Whatever. The spell won't take until tomorrow night. Until then, you'll keep projecting yourself. Try not to get yourself killed

Then a figure dropped from above. I reacted instantly. My body moved before my mind did. Pivot. Twist. Strike. But Ryker was faster. He released my wrist only to grab the attacker mid-motion, slamming him into the wall with bone-rattling force. The man was draped in black. Masked. Hunter. I froze. The recognition hit sharp. Too sharp. “I—” I started. Ryker didn’t give me time to press on. The fight that ensued was brutal. Short. Decisive.

John didn’t hesitate to shoot the next vehicle. Raymond watched the second vehicle lose balance, tumbling forward until it triggered fire, blasting to the sky. His jaw slacked. “Ah. I can see why you were the best hunter,” he mumbled as he looked down to John, who still stared ahead. “There are still more,” he mumbled. Engines echoed far ahead, then several dirt bikes burst into view. The riders wore black with masks, eye goggles, guns in hand, looking like terrorists. Gunshots rippled to the sky; Alex and Raymond slammed the door shut, blocking incoming bullets.

she moaned, grabbing another cup. Rebekah quickly took it from her. "You can't get drunk without telling us what happened" she said. "Fine, Banks sent thugs to me, and they ruined my car" she said. "What! Same Banks?" Morgan gasped, swirling her drink in her cup. "Of course!" Pearl snapped. "I can't believe it, were they wearing masks? What's the colour of their masks?" Rebekah asked. "Black and white?" Pearl replied. "I knew it! Only The Titans use black and white masks and Rook is the leader, you should have known!" Morgan shouted.

So I endured everything for the bond. The lot roared with engines and voices. Rows of bikes waited in the dark, each one black and dangerous. Draven moved like thunder, all muscle and rage, his walk commanding. He didn’t look back once. He straddled the matte-black bike, silver claw marks scratched into the tank like battle scars. He revved once, the sound sharp enough to split the night in half. I stepped forward, rag clutched to my chest like it could steady my heart. He glanced at me. Barely. Cold. Helmet down. Kickstand up.

“On Ethan, Jade, and Mara.” He didn’t flinch; he just stared at me. “Help me destroy them,” I whispered. “Help me make them pay.” Rael exhaled slowly. “That’s not my war.” “It is now.” “I’m not your sword.” “No,” I said, stepping into his space, “you’re the Alpha. You rule cities and command wolves. If you want me to be your Luna, I won’t come broken. I want my hands stained. I want my justice.”

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h